, 1887-10-02

derest chord of his early life, and pays
unconscious tribute to its fright and
forming influences. And it is not diff
cult, while it is good and a tribute to the
man, to find countless Just such tributes
to his own beartfulness of what made
him. Biographies will not recognize it,
and in the most.pretentious accent given
of the man, written by his own accom-
plished son, the latter Hawthorne and
his wife, vol. /. PIP SO and 94) berates the
noble environments here. and discredits
the then certain evidence of developing
genius and a future mastery career. But
this belittling view of
CAUSE AND EFFECT,
influence and trend, are neither large nor
generous. For the experience and judg
ment Of all human kind and the self
study and analysis of any man and all men
grown in experience, or capable of intro
spection, recognize that IN every hour of
later life where
We climb the rugged sleeps of Truth
And falter, 10 thy helpingS bring
The less r to the larger youth
and in clear and shining thread, there
lead swift, instant consciousness to intu
.ence, prompting, suggestion, or asplra-
ton growing among and out of the days
and ways of the youthtide.
This, then. was Hawthorne's boyhood
home. There was no other. Coming
here a pilgrim, as | have done, it would
all speak to you with impressive fullness
and beauty. And what ample and gen
erous pleasure comes with Ito breathe
the air that he breathed; stroll among
the forests he saw; float among the same
shining waters he loved; fish in the same
brooks in which ne angled;
wander over field, lane and road, drink
ing in the same delights he knew; con
template
The eternal hills which once With fervid eyes
The India saw within the haYening west,
Aud called the Crystal Mountains" poe wise,
Dreaming that thItherward lay paradise l.
loiter at the very same taverns aud inns
in which he heard the news from the
great outside world, and treasured many
u tale of vanished Pequot aud roadside
bugaRoO; aud IN fact, a score OF mlles
now from steam whistle or town, as then
u score of miles from else than sleepy
country Corners" feel that the whuie
charmed spot was all your own; for, could
pen htly describe It rs II was and Is, there
would be little need for assertion Of It's in
spring power for hlm whose long ago
presence here has touched each rock aud
tree, farm and vale. forest aud hedge,
lake and stream, with an ever living seem.
ing aud delight.
A twenty mile drive from Portland
town through the lovely valley of the
Presumscott, or an equal journey from the
railway station at the southern end OF lake
Sebagu, in which you will wind aiong the
lakes eastern shore through many an
olden hamlet, will bring you to a little
group of ancient buildings clustered on
either side of d brook about an old mill
This spot, IN the old days called Ding
| VS." is now without name, save that
known. by countryside folk as "Radaux's
Old Mill 1t was here the Hawthornes
lived. Beautiful as is the quaint place
itself the surroundings are picturesque
aud romantic in the extreme. Lake Be
bago is worth the fondest picturing. 1t
is one of the most beautiful of Names
countless inland seas. Laying your nit
tened right hand back downward upon
your desk you would fairly have its con
tour before you-your wrist, we're 1t little,
standing Tor its southern boundaries; the
tips OF your dumped fingers for its wild
ened northern extreme; and your thumb
lying Just where the witohing Jordan
Bay reaches for miles up inland to the
northeast, between which and yolr hand
the long, narrow Cape Raymond pushes
down to the southwest, its splendid point
breaking into the romantic Squaw
and Fry islands. A great cham OF
lakes is accessible to the north
through the winding mazes of
the Songo river; and lakes and rivers
have furnished a fruitful theme for the
poet and artist for more than a century.
Dense forests and lofty p~romotories add
a marvellous beauty to the cove indented
shores of SebaRo. 1t is the paradise of
fishers of land locked salmon; and thous-
ands of summer wanderers come here,
with never a one to know of the beauty
and interest hid about the little nest by
Radaux's mills. Below the lake are the
deserted bed and locks OF the old canal,
where wondrous affairs of commerce and
in those old days. still below, foams
way to Casco bay. Around to the right,
to the east and the northeast, are pond
and lake innumerable. Forests of pine
still stand between tho farms, and show
in these autumn days marvellous banks of
green on which is flung 10 livid colors the
crimson of the dogwood and maple, or
the paler splatches of oak and the delicate
yellow of the poplar. Lake and field,
stream and fallow, forest and river,
winding road and sunny hamlet, feast the
7 ON EVERY HAND.
To-day it seems an enchanted region of
stu life in man and nature, touched and
tinted in tenderest fashion by heaven and
the frost fires hat CLEAN across the land.
The more rugged and the grander out
look lies away off there to the north.
Across the cleaning waters of Sebago
and the beetllng crags, rise the dark
ridges Of Bald mountains; wheeling to the
northeast you are confronted by Rattle
snake mountain and Mt. Pleasant; while
three score miles to tue western north, as
it a startling phantom OF awful polar
heights, half caught at times, but ever
weird and mystic in the distance, rises the
peaks of Kearsarge and Mount
Washington.
l marvel if there be in this broad land
any spot more filled with scenes Of
grandeur. more pulsing with quiet beauty,
more breathing of rest, more instinct
with
ROMANCE N LEGEND.
And more rife with all that can enlarge
tho haart nnirken in imagery mr. cradle